“I blew it away with the wind.”

“Really? You destroyed the device right when the wind blew.”

As Kraye nodded, Olivia tilted her head with a puzzled expression.

“So?”

“I shot it away with a sword.”

“What?”

“I swung the sword, creating wind to blow away the scent.”

Kraye remained silent, but Olivia’s mouth was agape.

Blowing away the scent by creating wind with a sword? Well, it’s easy to say, but to instantly disperse the scent into the air, you would need wind strong enough to make even hair flutter, right?

No, what kind of human can create not just a breeze or a gust but a storm…

Olivia, whose thoughts went wild, soon shook her head on her own.

It’s possible for Kraye. Well, maybe it’s possible.

If there’s anyone in this world who can do anything with just one sword, it’s Kraye.

“I see.”

As Olivia, who had organized her thoughts and sincerely accepted it, Kraye looked at her silently but didn’t say anything else.

Olivia, who took deep breaths multiple times, pressed her reddened eyes tightly.

It’s fortunate that tears and snot didn’t come out even after doing everything.

If she had cried, she would have probably fainted by now.

Although she didn’t cry, having fallen victim to a trap, she went into a frenzy right after and released all the tension, making her body feel weak.

Olivia, tapping her unresponsive legs, let out a deep sigh.

Having set up such a vicious trap, there must be something significant for it to be like this.

It’s not something she can just turn away from…

After a while, she spread her arms towards Kraye.

She couldn’t bring herself to say she needed him to embrace and move her after pushing him away with all her might just a few minutes ago, so she kept her mouth shut.

Whether Kraye didn’t know her feelings or pretended not to know, he silently hugged her.

Feeling the awkwardness flooding in, Olivia intentionally wrapped her arms around his neck and applied force, but even if she had clung to his neck with all her might, from Kraye’s perspective, it wouldn’t have felt like anything more than a warm cushion around his neck.

Between the two, who were experiencing the most awkward silence since their first meeting, Olivia’s small voice broke in.

“I’m not scared of you.”

Her voice, spoken almost abruptly, contained various emotions.

Confusion about having fearlessly struggled to the point of death.

Regret for tearing his arms apart.

Awkwardness, even knowing or pretending not to know that she was scared.

Kraye, without saying anything, silently lifted her.

Feeling the awkwardness overwhelming her, Olivia deliberately applied force to his neck by wrapping her arms around it, but even if she had clung to his neck with all her might, from Kraye’s perspective, it wouldn’t have felt like anything more than a warm cushion around his neck.

In the midst of the most awkward silence since their first meeting, Olivia’s small voice entered.

“I’m not scared of you.”
Of all things, falling into such a trap! I’ll find the one who set up this trap and grind them to dust. No, it’s been a while, so are they already dead? In that case, even if it’s a corpse, I’ll find it and make sure there’s retribution…

The harsh thoughts Olivia was having were abruptly pulled back into reality by a faint voice that trickled into her ears.

“Why are you thinking so hard?”

Even though it was already a familiar voice, for a moment, it was so low and deep that Olivia unknowingly twitched her shoulders.

Reacting like that, she quickly pulled her arm, which was wrapped around his neck, away from his neck, and urgently exclaimed, “It’s not because I’m scared, but because I like you too much!”

And in the following silence, Olivia became impatient.

Moreover, Kraye not only stopped but also gently laid her on the ground, covering his face with his hands, making it difficult to gauge his expression.

Olivia was so busy examining his reaction, wondering if he might misunderstand again! If he thought I was scared again! that she didn’t even realize the reason for Kraye’s silence.

“What?”

After a long time, in response to his question, Olivia blurted out, “Your voice, your voice. Sometimes your voice flows like thick and sticky chocolate. I like it! Really like it, so much that it’s occasionally surprisingly good… Uh, um?”

Kraye, with one hand on her messy hair, approached closely, covering her murmuring red lips with his other hand.

As Olivia, who couldn’t understand English, tried to pull his hand down by grabbing it, Kraye’s Adam’s apple trembled loudly, and soon a growling sound echoed.

Only then did Olivia, who realized something was off, stop with wide-eyed surprise.

On the dense, flowing crimson waves, at the moment when smooth blue petals piled up in the air, ready to tear apart.

“Don’t keep provoking.”

With a scraping sound, he spat out as if he was vomiting.

He slowly avoided her gaze from her eyes and stared fixedly at her lips that his palm was tickling.

“If it’s not intentional provocation.”

Only then did Olivia, who had properly equipped her distant perception, blush brightly.